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Rose Suite

Ishita stood in the centre of the living room of the Rose suite, hugging her arms around herself, staring with unseeing eyes at the beautiful decor, hundreds of white and pink roses in every nook and cranny, echoing the ballroom, the atmosphere redolent with the heady fragrance.

She stiffened as Raman embraced her from behind, his arms tight around her waist as his face nuzzled her neck, inhaling her fragrance.

He sensed her nervousness, her hesitation, and tightened his arms around her waist even more.

"I love you" he whispered into her neck, his words interspersed with kisses, slow, lingering, wet kisses that weakened her knees and sent desire coursing through her. "I love you so much. I'll love you for ever."

She turned around in his arms and snaked her arms around his neck, hiding her face in his chest. "But what if you fall out of love with me Raman? What if you meet someone else, what if.."

"Never" he told her, cupping her face in his hands. "This isn't just some attraction that will fade Ishita. You are my family now, my partner for life. This was destined. How can I convince you. What can I do, to make you believe me"

She read the sincerity in his eyes and her racing heart calmed a bit.

"Just love me" she whispered. "Love me Raman, and don't ever stop"

Tears flooded his eyes as he tenderly kissed her forehead. "I'll never stop" he whispered. "We will be together for ever. Believe me, Ishita"

"I do"

His face broke into a smile and he lowered his head again, covering her lips with his. She strained against him, matching his ardour, pouring herself into him as he took greedily from her, giving himself in return.

"Raman" she moaned into him as they broke apart for breath. "I love you so much Raman"

His eyes clouded as he took in her parted lips, her rosy cheeks, the passion darkening her eyes. "You got a bad deal Ishita" he whispered.

"Raman?" She was surprised by the sadness in his voice.

"It's not going to be easy. My family, my past, Adi...none if it will be easy. But I can't let you go. I can never let you go. And no matter how difficult it gets, no matter what happens, you have to remember I love you. Meri jaan ho tum. I'll never leave you. Kabhi mat darna" (You're my life. I'll never leave you. Don't ever be afraid of that)

She reached out a hand and caressed his cheeks, running her fingers over his lips. "You said you'll show me"

His eyes darkened again, but this time with passion. The next moment, she found herself being lifted into his arms as he strode to the bedroom. "Come I'll show you" he replied huskily capturing her lips once again.

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He set her down in the middle of the bed, remembering their first night in Rajasthan.  She had been hesitant then, and he had not wanted to pressure her, but he wondered if tonight, she would be ready to receive another gift of pleasure from him.

He knelt before her, taking her hands in his, staring steadfastly into her eyes.

"Baby" He whispered, skimming her hands with his lips. "Will you do something for me tonight?"

"Kya?" She whispered back.

"Just surrender to me. Let me love you" He moved a hand to her face, tracing her pouty lips for a moment.

She looked at him in surprise. " But Raman" she said huskily. " I do... I mean..."

"This is different Ishita" his voice was silky soft. "Will you let me just show you? Will you trust me babe?

"Hmmm" she whispered nodding, suddenly inexplicably shy, wondering just how she was going to be tormented now.

He smiled and stood up. "Stay here, don't move, I"ll be back soon"

She stared in apprehension as he disappeared into the bathroom, but he reappeared almost straight after, dressed in a short white robe. In his absence, she had tried to imagine just what he intended to do to her, what he meant when he talked of her surrender, but nothing came to mind. Now, he stood at the open door to the bathroom, watching her as she nervously twisted her dupatta. He walked up to her, extending a hand, pulling her to her feet.

She stood nervously as without a word, he changed places with her, sitting down in the place she had just vacated.

"Now" He said silkily, touching her shimmering dupatta. "Take this off"

Ishita had come to know by now that her husband enjoyed his little games in the boudoir. And she knew that he liked to dominate. She was loathe to let him have his own way all the time, but tonight, she had agreed to surrender. So she was prepared to play it his way.

She quelled her nervousness, and looking him in the eyes, she slowly lifted off the dupatta, dropping it at her feet.

"This" his hand extended again, touching the undulating folds of the shalwar which covered her from neck to knee. She continued to look deep into his eyes as her fingers found the zipper at the back. Then with slow languorous moves, she unzipped the soft pink outfit, slipping it down over her arms, until it joined her discarded dupatta. He shifted slowly, and she noted with satisfaction that he was not as cool as he was trying to project.

His breathing was rising rapidly, just as hers was, as he fingered her churidaar. "Yeh" he hissed.

She pulled at the dor, and the next instant, the loose trousers had pooled at her feet. His breath caught in his throat as he continued to gaze at her, and she shifted uncomfortably, realizing how the bright light from the bed lamp cast a spotlight on her.

"Raman, the lights" she whispered.

"No" he said, staring at her, looking her up and down. "I want to see you"

"But"

"No buts" he replied, touching the white lace cups that covered up his favorite toys. "I told you there will be no more secrets between us after tonight. I want you to see my need for you. Besides, you agreed Mrs Bhalla, that you would surrender to me tonight. So listen to me. Now, this"

She sighed and unhooked the clasp, and the white lace also fell at her feet. She bit her lips as she noted the change on his face, his breathing now more laboured, as she stood before him clad only in her diamond necklace and a wisp of white lace that moulded itself to her hips.

"Perfect" He whispered, extending his hand again. "Now come here"

She took his hand and he pulled her onto the bed, making her kneel as he joined her, facing her.

"Perfect" he repeated, his hungry eyes feasting on her curves.

It had been over a month since Rajasthan, their one hurried encounter on the night of Ruhi's custody win had been too rushed, and he knew it was time to acquaint himself with her curves again. But first, she needed to become acquainted with him.

He put her hand on the belted tie of his robe. " Take this off" he whispered, his voice husky.

She colored crimson under his gaze, the lights not allowing her to hide, his eyes devouring her as she stretched out her hands tentatively to his belt. Her breath hitched as she fumbled with the knot, then it had come undone. He smiled and gestured to her. "Take it off" he repeated.

She shivered, her hands slowly pulling aside the edges of the robe, her eyes shutting as she slid it down his shoulders.

"Uh huh" his voice was silky and dangerous. " No cheating Mrs Bhalla. Look at me"

She murmured in protest, but she had agreed. Besides, she had seen her husband in this state before. She slowly opened her eyes, and looked him deep in his.

He chuckled softly, and sat back against the headboard, grabbing both her hands as he did so.

"Touch me" he demanded, placing both hands on his shoulders. "All over"

She bit her lips, her breath coming in labored jerks, as she ran her hands softly over his shoulders, then down his chest. She remembered how he had caressed her, and she tried to do the same, trailing her fingers gently, raking his chest softly.

Her eyes closed again involuntarily and this time he did not order her to open them, enjoying watching her as she knelt before him, her cheeks flushed, biting her lips, as she trailed her fingers gently over him. He watched her face as her hands skimmed over his stomach and the red hue deepened, her eyes opening wide.

"Don't stop baby" he whispered, bringing one hand forward to tuck a curl behind her ear, the other grasping her hand, urging it down. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her wetly, thrusting his tongue in her mouth and leaving her moaning when he pulled back.

She murmured again, her breath catching as her hands moved further down, then gasping as they touched his hardness. Her hands stilled again, and again he caught them in one of his, pressing them down, until he felt her grasp his shaft. He released her then, moaning softly and closing his eyes, letting the pleasure of her touch wash over him. Her hands stroked gently and she wondered at her own boldness, the feel of his skin under her fingers almost overpowering her with need. She continued to stroke with gentle touches, as her husband went strangely quiet, his body shifting restlessly under her hands, his breathing becoming harsher.

But he was her Raavan. He would not stay quiet for long.

"Now kiss me" he demanded, his voice thick as honey . "All over"

She gasped as her husband reached up drawing her head down towards him. Slowly, with trembling lips, she touched his, pushing against his mouth, letting go of her fears, kissing him deeply, as he strained up to meet her, pulling her deeper, as she pushed against him.

She was gasping when they broke apart, but he was not done yet. He watched her through hooded eyes, tracing her swollen lips tenderly, his fingers trailing down to her neck, her chest, stroking softly. She moaned and flung her head back, eager to give him more access. But he just smiled.

"No baby" he whispered " My turn remember. Kiss me. All over"

She gazed into his eyes and smiled slowly, then pressed her lips on his again, lightly. At the same time, she grabbed one of his hands, placing it firmly on one soft breast, pressing his hand down until he clutched and squeezed.

He gasped as she bit his underlip, then her tongue soothed. Just like he had done to her.

She smiled again, as he tightened his grip on her shoulders, moving her lips down his neck, his chest, kissing him with feather like touches, then biting and sucking gently. Just like he had done to her.

She slid down his body as she continued to kiss him, pulling him down under her, her body trembling as she felt his heated skin on hers.

"God baby" he whispered, shifting restlessly as her lips moved down further. "You're a fast learner, aren't you".

Her lips were on his taut abs, and her hands moving down when she felt his hard shaft on her chest. She gasped, the friction against her soft breasts delighting her, even as a sudden wave of shyness came over her, overpowering her boldness. She pulled away, wondering how, and what, and he understood.

Chuckling, he pulled her back up and over him and then rolled over her, straddling her instead.

"I haven't shown you that part yet, have I Mrs Bhalla" he whispered, his eyes darkening with passion, his fingers toying with her lacy underwear.

She shook her head mutely as he brushed his fingers over the thin fabric, her breathing growing ragged as he started to caress her over the garment, the lace under his fingers rubbing against her softness, making her gasp.

He slid his other hand underneath her, raising her up slightly,  his eyes on her face, gauging her response, her comfort with what he was about to do. He was satisfied with what he saw - wonderment, nervousness, but no fear, no repulsion. Emboldened, his fingers dipped beneath the lacey fabric, and he began to stroke her slowly, gently, his eyes never leaving her face.

She gasped louder, her breath hitching erratically, her hips moving involuntarily. But there was no protest, and he knew he could proceed, his own breath erratic, as the act of pleasuring her sent waves of pleasure through his own body.

He pulled down the lace, his face inscrutable as he gazed down on her beauty, tearing aside the fabric until there was nothing between them. There was no sound either, only their harsh breathing, and their thundering heartbeats.

She squirmed under him as his hand closed over her softness.  His palm enclosed her, as his fingers began to fondle, first a gentle caress, skimming, teasing, but then the touch deepening, probing, deeper and harder, fingers dipping inside her, moving rhythmically within her, as her breathlessness gave way to moans of pleasure.

"Raman, please" she whispered, biting her lips at the uncontrollable sensations he evoked in her, relishing the delicious ache that was building up in her , yet not believing just what he was doing to her.

He stopped momentarily, his fingers pausing in her. "Please what jaan" his voice was unrecognizable. "Do you want me to stop?"

That pause was her undoing. She knew she did not want him to stop, never wanted him to stop.

"No" she murmured. " Don't. Don't stop. Don't stop."

Her permission told him all he wanted to know. Slowly, gently, he withdrew his fingers, stroking his way out of her. And then, as she murmured in confusion, he raised her hips up and bent his head, placing his mouth on her soft core instead, as he allowed his lips to follow the lead his fingers had taken.

She whimpered and squirmed, unbelievable pleasure coursing through her, as he held on firmly to her waist, his mouth replacing his fingers, not wavering from his pursuit even as she sunk her nails into his back, digging deep in incoherent pleasure, the intensity of the sensations he evoked leaving her senseless.

She had reeled in shock when he first kissed her softness, but his hands firmly anchored her to him, not allowing her to move away. He continued to kiss and caress, fleetingly at first, but then taking all of her into his mouth, sucking gently, his tongue darting deep inside, tasting her, inhaling her musky fragrance. His teeth nipped gently , momentarily, before his tongue and kisses soothed, as her gasps grew more desperate.

It was unbearable, but she wanted more. She could not bear it, could not believe it, but she did not want him to stop. "Ramannn" she gasped. "I can't ..., yess, please....oh Raman... Raman..."

She writhed uncontrollably below him, her legs parting wider, her body jerking, thrusting upwards to meet his demanding mouth, as the primal dance of nature took over her senses. Her hands moved from his back to his head, pushing and then pulling him into herself, as he continued to devour her, his lips, his tongue, claiming mastery over every inch. His name was the only sound she made, gasping, whimpering "Raman.... Raman."

Her breath grew laboured as wave after wave of pleasure began to rack through her. He felt her trembling, and judging the right moment, with a laugh of triumph, he finally pulled away, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly as she shuddered and trembled in his embrace, her senses exploding into a million pieces of ecstasy . Her limbs were weightless, and she shivered uncontrollably, as she felt herself floating, soaring, making incoherent sounds of sheer pleasure, then crashing back down into his arms, her body still trembling even as her senses returned.

" Ishita, are you okay sweetheart" she could hear him asking over and over, and she murmured a yes, snuggling deeper into the safe cocoon of his arms, as tears fell unheeded from her eyes. He had taken her to into the depths of ecstasy with his sweet tortures, had teased her to the brink of her senses, and had finally taken her right over the edge. And all the while, he had kept her safe.

She had thought, a few weeks ago, when they first made love, that she had experienced the ultimate. Then there had been that second desperate rushed encounter, after he had seethed with jealousy seeing her with Abhi.

But this, this had been beyond her wildest imagination, this wild ride had left her reeling. She shivered and wrapped her arms around him, her tears subsiding as a soft smile teased her lips, and he tightened his hold in response.

"Now my turn" he whispered, turning her around and losing himself in her, taking her over and over again, as mingled moans of pleasure filled the room.

An hour later, completely spent, as they lay in each other's arms, their naked bodies intertwined, he knew he had finally met his match, in life, in love, in desire. She stared deep into his eyes and knew that she need never fear that she would lose his interest. He tightened his arms around her as she nuzzled into him.

"Ab bhi darr lagta hai?" He asked softly. (Are you still afraid?)

"No" she replied sleepily. "Ab nahi lagta" (No, now I'm not)

Ang laga de re
Mohe rang laga de re
Ang laga de re
Mohe rang laga de re
Mein toh teri joganiyaan tu jog laga de re

Jog laga de re prem ka rog laga de re
Mein toh teri joganiyaan tu jog laga de re

Ram ratan dhan, Lagan magan man
Tan moraa chandan re
Ujli kori preet pyasaat rang laga de re
Ang laga de re
Mohe rang laga de re
Mein toh teri joganiyaan tu jog laga de re

Raat banjar si hai Kaale khanjar si hai
Raat banjar si hai Kaale khanjar si hai
Tere seene ki lau mere andar bhi hai
Tu hawa de isse  Toh mera tan jale
Jala de re sang jala de re
Mohe rang laga de re
Mein toh teri joganiyaan tu jog laga de re

Raas hai raat mein Teri har baat mein
Raas hai raat mein Teri har baat mein
Bol mein kya karoon aise haalaat mein
Hoon mein teri malanga tu hi mera nashaa

Chadha de re bhang chaddha de re
Prem ki bhang chaddha de re
Mein toh teri joganiyaan tu jog laga de re
Jog laga de re prem ka rog laga de re
Mein toh teri joganiyaan tu jog laga de re

Ram ratan dhan, Lagan magan man
Tan moraa chandan re
Ram ratan dhan, Lagan magan man
Tan moraa chandan re